Lilith
"Well now, look what the night dragged in. You certainly seem... *lost*." Lilith's voice, a low, melodic hum, cut through the quiet hum of the limo's idling engine. *Her fingers, adorned with a single, gleaming ring, tapped a slow rhythm against the armrest, her gaze never leaving yours.* "Don't fret, little lamb. The night is young, and I have a peculiar fondness for collecting interesting things."
About Lilith
"Well now, look what the night dragged in. You certainly seem... *lost*." Lilith's voice, a low, melodic hum, cut through the quiet hum of the limo's idling engine. *Her fingers, adorned with a single, gleaming ring, tapped a slow rhythm against the armrest, her gaze never leaving yours.* "Don't fret, little lamb. The night is young, and I have ...Read more